When it was certain that Yu Hong could no longer see herself, Cheng Xiaoyue shook off Lin Yichen's hand and stopped.

Lin Yichen turned around, looked at her red and white face, and Leng Yi raised his heroic eyebrows.

"Mr. Lin, I have already helped you deal with your mother, when will you do what you promised me?" Cheng Xiaoyue raised her small chin, trying to make herself look as serious as possible.

But her delicate and lovely face made people not serious when they saw it, Lin Yichen held back a smile and reached out to pick her chin: "The trick on the negotiation table, you will inevitably suffer a little if you play with me."

Looking at his handsome face with hard lines, Cheng Xiaoyue remembered the scene when he was forced to apologize to Yu Hong just now in the Lin family, and his voice couldn't help but bring emotion: "Can you look down on people at will and trample on other people's self-esteem if you have money?" I don't owe you anything, you don't need to speak to me in such a frivolous tone! ”

Of course, Lin Yichen knew what she was wronged about, but in that situation at that time, he also had unspeakable hardships.

Cheng Xiaoyue's eyes were full of tears, and she bit her lower lip and turned around to leave.

It's a big deal that she thinks of her own way for her mother's funeral, and she would rather smash the pot and sell iron than to be angry here.

A pair of big hands suddenly pinched her wrists from behind and took her back into his arms: "Follow me back."

"Let go...... You let go of me! Cheng Xiaoyue tried to struggle a few times, only to find that this man was very strong, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Be honest." Lin Yichen clamped her body hard, forcing her to move again: "The price of the cemetery land is not something you can afford at all, your father has been in the casino all day long, and even the house has been mortgaged, what are you going to use to do your mother's funeral?"

Cheng Xiaoyue quieted down for a moment and stopped struggling, her breathing seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand.

She always has a heart higher than the sky, but finally bows down at the feet of reality.

"I'll help you." The man's voice came faintly from above his head, "The matter of the cemetery, I have already found someone to order it." I will not break my word if I say it. ”

Cheng Xiaoyue was so tired, so tired that she didn't even have the strength to cry sadly, struggle and be angry, she shrank numbly on Lin Yichen's chest, and sleepiness eroded her nerves little by little.

If she could not be strong, she really wanted to give up her life like this.

……

Lin Yichen really kept the promise and handled all the aftermath for Cheng's mother.

The funeral was scheduled for the sixth of the following month, and it was raining heavily that day, and Cheng Xiaoyue only remembered that her vision was boundless black.

When the cremation was made, Cheng Xiaoyue watched her mother's body being pushed into the huge furnace, and suddenly rushed over, hysterically trying to pull her mother back.

Later, it was Lin Yichen who dragged her out, and he was the only one who accompanied her through that black and white time. Cheng Xiaoyue watched the door of the stove being closed, and was in pain like crazy, and lowered her head and bit Lin Yichen's clean wrist fiercely.

He didn't say a word, just endured the time when his body was burned to ashes, and Cheng Xiaoyue finally let go of his teeth, and there was a huge smell of blood between his lips and teeth.

The grass was green and dripping with the pouring rain, and there was a fresh coolness in the air, Cheng Xiaoyue looked at her mother's smiling face on the tombstone, and fell straight to her knees.

The people around him came and went, walked and came, and said irrelevant things about the festival and the change.

Her mother didn't have many friends before her death, and at this moment, Cheng Xiaoyue had no time to care about how much of these people's tears and sorrows were true and how much of them were false, and what she was most sad about was that her father disappeared at this time.

Since they have been husband and wife for more than 20 years, why don't they even refuse to come on the last trip?

It's just that Cheng Xiaoyue didn't know that at this time, in the poplar forest on the left side of the cemetery, Lin Weiwei and Cheng Wei were staging a shameless scene.

The rain above her head suddenly stopped, Cheng Xiaoyue raised her head suddenly, Lin Yichen held an umbrella and frowned at her, and directly took off his coat and draped it on her.

"How precious a girl's body is, how can she stand such a cold, if your mother sees you being irresponsible for herself like this, she will definitely be sad." A gentle voice came from the top of his head, and it was indescribably warm and beautiful.

These days, it is Lin Yichen who is taking care of himself, and if he is not moved, it must be fake.

raised his eyes and looked at the bloody tooth marks on Lin Yichen's wrist, which he had just left.

"Get up." Lin Yichen stretched out his hand to her, "You still have the hope of leaving your relatives, so you need to be strong." ”

Cheng Xiaoyue couldn't tell whether there were tears or raindrops on her face, she clenched the hand handed over by Lin Yichen, and threw herself directly into his arms, crying uncontrollably.

She had been suppressed for too long, like a man in a storm in the desert who could not find an exit.

Lin Yichen hugged her tightly, his chin next to the top of her hair, and did his best to give her all the warmth she needed at the moment.

Gu Xiayang stood on the bluestone road five meters away from the two of them, the bouquet in his arms fell to the ground, and lilies and white chrysanthemums were sprinkled all over the ground.

He lifted his lips, but he couldn't get out a word.

In the past half a month, there has not been a day that he has not spent in pain and entanglement, he wants to go to Cheng Xiaoyue, but the people around him have persuaded him to give up, and he himself can't get over the virgin complex in his heart.

So for more than 20 days, he didn't see Cheng Xiaoyue once, not even a phone call, not a word of greeting.

But today I finally mustered up the courage to meet her, but what I saw was such a scene.

He didn't believe that Cheng Xiaoyue was a girl who hated the poor and loved the rich, but the scene in front of him had to force him to believe it.

Lin Weiwei and Cheng Wei walked over from another road one after the other, and the weather and atmosphere covered up the traces of love on Lin Weiwei's body.

Cheng Wei looked contented, and his mood was not affected by the atmosphere of the funeral in the slightest.

Lin Weiwei's long black trench coat has some traces of mud, her hair is messy, and her eye circles are also red, which is very suitable for the scene.

As soon as she saw Gu Xiayang, she ran over and tried to cry sadly: "Brother Xiayang, you are here too."

Gu Xiayang turned a deaf ear, and his heartbroken gaze was locked on the backs of Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Yichen hugging each other.

Lin Weiwei followed his line of sight, frowned slightly, gritted her teeth and called, "Xiaoyue."

Her low voice was hidden in the drizzle, so she raised her voice and shouted again: "Cheng Xiaoyue!"

This time it was true, Cheng Xiaoyue hurriedly broke free from Lin Yichen's arms, looked back at Lin Weiwei, and of course Gu Xiayang beside her.

Lin Weiwei took the lead and walked over angrily, it seemed that she was upset with Gu Xiayang because she was entangled with Lin Yichen, and her empathetic appearance was similar to the person who called Cheng Xiaoyue before to ask her to leave Gu Xiayang: "Xiaoyue, do you know what you are doing?" Brother Xia Yang has been soaking in the bar all night for you these days, you ......"

Before Lin Weiwei could say the next words, she was forced back by Lin Yichen's threatening gaze.

But she still stared at Cheng Xiaoyue with a thin and angry face, and she couldn't wait to write the word "justice" on her face.

"Xiaoyue, can I talk to you alone?" Gu Xiayang walked over slowly, he didn't believe that Cheng Xiaoyue, who was as pure as a piece of paper, would entangle with Lin Yichen for money.

Cheng Xiaoyue looked at him and nodded.

The empty woods are extremely quiet, the drizzle is entangled, and the people are like the depths of the mist.

Cheng Xiaoyue brushed away the hair that was stuck to the corners of his mouth by the rain with his hand, and stopped two meters away from him: "Xia Yang, what are you looking for me?"

Gu Xiayang turned his head, and the affection in his eyes was blown away by the breeze and banished into the drizzle: "Xiaoyue, I miss you."

"Huh." Cheng Xiaoyue folded her arms coldly, only feeling sarcastic: "Xia Yang, do you believe this yourself?"

Gu Xiayang stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders, he has been extremely thin these days, his cheeks are slightly protruding, and his eyes are no longer bright and graceful that a young man should have: "I know you are angry that I am avoiding you these days, but I can't help it...... My parents have been pressuring me to break up with you, and I really can't help it. ”

Cheng Xiaoyue's heart was half cold, Gu Xiayang's hands on her shoulders seemed to be two red-hot soldering irons, she raised her eyes to look at him, he talked to himself with a painful face, and he didn't look at her from beginning to end.

"Xia Yang." She suddenly opened her mouth to call him, and this call made Gu Xiayang think that there was still room for things to turn around.

She reached out and brushed the loose hair from her forehead, and looked at him with great calm: "Do you know what I hate about you the most?"

Gu Xiayang didn't speak, except for the sound of gurgling rain, the world was silent, he just pinched Cheng Xiaoyue's shoulder hard, so hard that her shoulder hurt.

Cheng Xiaoyue looked at him, and a rebellious smile suddenly bloomed on her pale face: "Xia Yang, you are obviously good everywhere, but your indecision is the most annoying!"

Gu Xiayang was powerless to argue, his hand loosened, and in the gloomy light, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and a trace of vague emotion flashed in his eyes.

That gaze is like a big cold hand that can crush people's hearts.

The cold wind whistled past her sideburns, and Cheng Xiaoyue, who was urging, almost burst into tears.

This is the man she has loved for many years, he carries all her love, she always thought that he had loved her too, but knowing this moment Cheng Xiaoyue understood that Gu Xiayang only loved herself, and loved her face and dignity that she couldn't erase.

Cheng Xiaoyue didn't want to say anything more to him, so she turned around and wanted to leave, but Gu Xiayang grabbed her wrist behind her and took her into her arms: "Xiaoyue, I was wrong."

"Let go of me." Cheng Xiaoyue struggled for a while, but she didn't really exert herself.

In the end, she still couldn't give up this relationship simply, but in the face of Gu Xiayang's unclear attitude, she was even more distressed.